"I Am" Poem

I am a murderer.
I am cold and precise.
I wonder if I should feel guilty about this.
I hear the anguished cries of my victims.
I see their bodies mangled on the ground.
I want redemption for my sins.
I am an assassin.

I pretend to lead a normal life.
I feel blood, coursing hotly over my hands.
I touch my family with these bloodstained hands.
I worry that they might be dragged into this some day.
I cry for no one.
I am a killer.

I understand the consequences of my actions.
I say, to hell with them all.
I dream of a purer life.
I try to keep my loved ones safe.
I hope they never see the other side of me.
I am a murderer.